marching down by memories
i see a face
a face so innocent
clouded with hopes, hopes of friendship
a relation so pure
as pure as a pearl
which found home in our hands
hands that never want to let go by
when the dawn comes and goes
wondering who she was
were she was, years went by
years which felt like decades
a friendship made in heaven
which we threw away
a sin that has no justification
a sin that can only be repaired
repaired by a promise
promise to never let go again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The beauty of poetry lies in the encapsulation of heart felt train of thoughts nicely penned. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.